Blood Whistle

I would say the most accurate way to describe this creature would be a miniature Cthulu. Its claws plucked out Mario's eyes, making them profusely bleed. He unleashed an ephemeral, yet bone-chilling cry. After the searing pain relented Mario trudged on. His face was now void of any and all expression. It was because he knew as well as I did that he would be torn apart. Brutally and slowly, but it would happen. After a few more seconds, the second demon came.

It was identical in appearance to the first. It swooped down with grim, black bat wings and did its portion of damage. After it was said and done, the thing had torn Mario's arms off. Mario stopped dead in his tracks. He sobbed loudly, knowing the worst was yet to come. I felt so sorry for him that the words escaped me. He continued with a morose look. His normal walk slowed to a shuffle. Not a few seconds after that, the final solitary specter came down. He did his work with one big slash. Mario was now without his legs, and his lump of a body sat there. He sadly wept in utter despair. He knew the end was near. He tuned to me and choked out this: "I'm sorry you had to witness this...everything..."

Those were his last spoken words on world 5 before a gaggle of hell's minions descended and tore apart what remained of him. His entrails were liberally exposed as they regurgitated in their cruel feast. When the dust cleared, a mere shell of him remained. All you could see of his open stomach were his open spine and back muscles. As I had predicted, the Blood Whistle came to transport him into whatever hellish situation it contemplated would be worse than the last. Consider it sheer luck if I make another post tomorrow. If I do, it may be my last.

 

That comparison to Moviebob now seems even more appropriate, considering that the fictional college student has now claimed that this make-believe "2spooky4me" ROM hack is "his own personal D-Day."

 

wat

 

Exactly, I don't know what to think of this... This isn't even scary

 

another good summary of "Blood Whistle" is "tl;dr"

 

JUNE 12TH, 2012
I'm starting not to care anymore. I am in the throes of such a severe depression it's all starting to fade away. Everything. School, friends, family. It's safe to say this game is single-handedly ruining my life. Such sadness has never become me ever before in my life. My grandfather died when I was young, but that didn't close to equate what I'm feeling now. It's a direct result of the level that I played today, which I'll get into right now.

World 6 appeared. Ice was everywhere. This is the one part that correlated to the unaltered version. Nothing else did. The ice was none other than frozen, realistic blood. Crystallized pieces of crimson droplets bordered the ice blocks. Blood filled in the small pockets of water that were. Of course, there was only a solitary dot on the map. Mario entered it, and I knew that whatever was to pass, it would be ten-fold of what had already happened.

Pure, sable white was the only thing that constituted of the backdrop. Blocks of blood ice served as a slippery ground. Mario slid along as I controlled him. He appeared happy. Overjoyed might be more accurate. Here he had nothing to deal with. Just him and the open space. Five minutes passed. Then ten. All the way through, Mario was happy as I let him run around and fly (he had regained the raccoon tail). It seemed like he had all the time in the world. The clocked ticked and ticked and all seemed right in the game. Making my way through the level, I found out it had no end. Time, oddly enough, would turn out to be the ultimate enemy.

 

this story is full of wat (and gore)
IDK about the Mario games, but what does the raccoon tail mean?

 

At the twenty minute mark a tempest began to pick up. A flurry of snow and wind ensnared Mario, and he now began to curl his tail. His teeth chattered and his body shook. He soon had to sit down. Mario and I soon figured out how the game planned to snuff him out this time: with ice and time. He sat and tried to heat himself. This, needless to say, was a less than feeble attempt. Nothing but the creepy bass beats from world 5 played. Mario's skin soon began to turn a light blue. Nevertheless, he still sat and brooded in the icy cold.

It was then that the utmost feeling of sadness had encapsulated me. I couldn't fathom my sympathy. I couldn't begin to describe how bad I felt at the fact that his death was absolutely inevitable and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Just simply watch in shock and dejected awe. Frostbite soon took his hands. Ten minutes after that, world 6 Mario was no more. Just a frozen block of a man, sitting there in the middle of an infinite winter wilderness. After the sadness came feelings of sheer loneliness.

I felt abandoned and alone. Just like Mario sitting in the middle of that ice field. I felt as if no one would save me from the torture of this game. The Blood Whistle came down and made a chunk sound as it impaled his chest, taking him to the next level of hell. I closed the emulator window like always, and ended this self-subjected torture. I WILL bring myself to play this game tomorrow, but mark my words. I'll play the last tomorrow, and then this blog will (hopefully) live on in my memory. So my tribulation can be seen by the world. Be here. Same time, same place.

 

The raccoon tail is a power up that let's Mario fly, like the cape feather in World or the wing cap in 64.

 

All of this makes me want to play the most stereotypical 2000s emo/goth kid songs whenever he talks about how upset he is, like the way he talks about it reminds me of an angsty 2000s teenager

 

ok, thanks for the explanation
also, it's my opinion that this kid seriously needs to go to clinic on campus and get a psych eval

 

The creator or the character?

 

yeah, the kid playing the game
IDK anything about the writer, he could just be a 2edgy4me ween, but otherwise not mentally ill

 

Got you covered there, mate.

 

Raccoon Mario is also based on the tanuki from Japanese mythology, which is why the power-up item is a leaf.

(I don't know how the leaf is related in the mythology, but it's related.)

 

BTW, did you guys like the part where the character outright said that playing some stupid "scary" [citation needed] Rom hack was sadder than his grandfather's death?

 

I genuinely wonder about the author's thought process here. What made them think this was a remotely reasonable response to what happened in the story?

 

Oh yes, talk about priorities...

 

How likely is it that the author has a case of "always unique, totally interesting, sometimes mysterious"?

 

I suppose that's one explaination. It's still less exceptional than JCTheHyena going on about the "real sonic" in his shitty creepypasta though.

Blood Whistle man isn't the worst protagonist I've ever seen, but he is certainly the most baffling.